Ok, here's the fifth chapter for you, I don't feel like boring you with my talk too much.

Chapter 5:

Madame Hooch got back fifteen minutes later. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately? Terry wasn't sure, Crabbe and Goyle have already woken up and were standing on their feet. Obviously, they were too embarrassed to tell her what happened and stayed quite.

'Everyone, I'm really sorry about what happened, but you are not going to have class today. You have a free time till your next lesson.' She declared.

Several people gave cries of disappointment. Terry and Josh didn't really care and Ron, Dean and Seamus looked unsure of whether to feel relieved at their opportunity to visit Neville in the hospital wing or disappointed at their missed flying lessons. Either way, they all headed towards the hospital wing as soon as the words left Madame Hooch's lips.

They reached the hospital wing in no time and Terry opened the door without knocking. He wasn't one to spend time on manners. The place looked like a normal hospital: white walls and rows of beds, only this place was a lot smaller. There was no one there except for a plump woman with greying hair who was leaning over Neville with her wand.

The woman looked up sharply as the group of first years headed inside. 'Out!' She barked, 'the playground is on the other side of the castle.'

They all looked at each other. Josh sighed, 'we're only here to see Neville.' he said.

'There's no need, I was just about to perform a simple spell to cure his arm and I was going to send him straight back to his dormitory.' the woman said.

'Excellent,' Terry said slyly, 'you can perform the spell now quickly and we'll come with him to the dormitory.'

The woman looked at Terry suspiciously, then sighed, turned back to Neville, swished her wand a few times, and the swelling on Neville's arm disappeared. 'Good boy.' She said to Neville, 'now off you go, all of you.'

They all stumbled out of the hospital's doors. 'thanks, guys.' Neville said.

'No problem.' Josh answered.

'Yeah,' Terry added, 'we've got the rest of the lesson free thanks to you. Oh, and I've got your remembrall, you must have dropped it while you were falling, but don't worry, Malfoy found it and was generous enough to give it to me so that I could pass it on to you.' He said, handing Neville the small clear ball.

They all laughed, then told a confused Neville what happened back in the quiditch pitch. Neville looked incredulous, 'why do I always miss the fun things?' he asked.

Suddenly, red smoke formed in Neville's remembrall, a sign that he forgot something. 'What now?' he asked, 'it never stops turning red, I think that there must be something wrong with this.'

Ron's face suddenly crumpled with horror. 'We're late for our first defense against the arts class.' he said, horrified. The red smoke disappeared from the remembrall immediately.

They all started running in the direction of the classroom, arriving breathless at the door, fifteen minutes late.

The first thing Terry noticed was a strong smell of garlic. A tall man who was wearing a turban was standing in front of the class and turned to look at them as they entered. 'w…wh… why are you l… late?' He asked, stuttering.

Terry raised his eyebrows. What was the man's problem? People around here never ceased to amaze him with their stupidity. What was the idea?

Josh, however, looked amused. 'w… we j… j-just g… got l-lost, p… pro… professor.' he said. Terry laughed, along with the rest of the class.

The teacher turned red. 'f-five p… p-points from G-Gryffindor.' He said.

Terry grinned. 'B…b-but, s-sir, i-it's n-not our f… f-fault.' he said. 'w…we d-didn't m… m-mean t-to g-get l… l… l… l…l… l-lost.'

Everyone laughed even harder. The teacher looked as if he was ready to burst. The two people laughing hardest of all were two Gryffindor girls- Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown.

The rest of the lesson went on with stuttering as the rest of the students caught on to Josh and Terry's game. The only people not playing along were Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherins and Hermione Granger, who was looking at them with narrowed eyes. Terry, however, did not think too much about it as he knew that she has also witnessed what had just happened in their flying lesson. (A/N: there is a reason for that look. It will be explained in chapter 7, I think, I already did eight chapters but my USB key was stolen so I have to write it all over again! There is also something about Dean, but I don't want to give everything away. Shut up! I'm talking too much! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! (hitting myself on the head like Dobby). OK, on with the story).

Professor Quirrel, the teacher, looked very relieved when the lesson ended.

Terry headed out of the class with the rest of the Gryffindor gang, laughing hysterically. 'That teacher was almost as good as professor Snape.' He said between fits of laughter.

They all headed up to lunch and were eating and talking about everything that happened. Suddenly Terry noticed Josh looking at him and he looked up, raising his eyebrows. Josh motioned for him that it was something which they needed to talk about privately and inclined his head towards the exit. Getting the point, Terry got up from his chair with Josh doing the same thing beside him.

'Hey, where are you two going?' Dean asked suspiciously.

That was a good question. Terry wished he knew what Josh wanted. Instead, he just said, 'we're just going for a little walk around the castle, don't worry about us, we are not going to bully lots of people.'

Seamus, who was Dean's best friend, sighed, knowing perfectly well that this statement was not true. 'Well, good luck.' He said ironically.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Terry turned to Josh, 'what is it, brother?' he asked.

'Well, that's exactly it,' Josh replied.

Terry looked at him blankly, 'what?'

'Why did we look for the wizarding world in the first place?' Josh asked, then answered without waiting for Terry's reaction, 'we wanted to find out about our family, to know if we are brothers, but as soon as we found out about this world, we became so transfixed on it that we completely forgot why we've been looking for it.'

They rounded a corner, not noticing where they were going. Terry hit himself on the forehead, 'you are so right. I totally forgot about it. You know what I think? I think that there might be a possibility that we are related. What if Mrs. Cole lied when she said that they did a DNA test on us? I mean, we do look alike and everyone around here is convinced that we are brothers.'

'I don't think she lied to us.' Josh said thoughtfully, shaking his head, 'but there might be a possibility that a DNA test is not completely reliable on wizards,'

'So, what do you reckon we should do?'

'Do some research about James Potter and how he died.'

'Stop talking nonsense. You know that Lupine guy was completely off his mind.' Terry said, but he was not completely sure he believed what he was saying. Looking for James Potter might be a pretty good headstart to their research. They rounded another corner and immediately bumped into a large figure.

Terry looked up to see the giant face of Hagrid, Hogwarts' keeper of keys, who looked like he was just going for a little stroll around the castle. 'Why aren't you in lessons?' he asked as soon as he saw them, without even apologizing.

'We don't have lessons for the rest of the day.' Terry replied and turned to leave, when he sensed that Josh did not follow him.

'Erm, Hagrid?' Terry heard Josh's voice from behind him. He turned around in surprise. 'Err, how long have you been at Hogwarts?'

Hagrid looked surprised at the question which was directed at him from someone he has never spoke to before. However, he looked proud as he said, 'Oh, I bin' here a very lon' time. More'en fifty years, in fact.'

Terry knew immediately what Josh was trying to achieve and was therefore not as surprised as Hagrid at his next question. 'Did you know anyone named James Potter who used to attend this school?'

Hagrid looked at him suspiciously, 'are you tryin' to make fun o' me? Ever'one knew who James Potter was. A great man, he was. O'course he attended this school.'

Josh looked as surprised as Terry felt. 'Could you tell us more about him?' Terry asked, beating Josh for the next question.

'Well,' Hagrid said, 'I'm very surprised you ne'er heard o' him before. I don't like talkin' 'bout him, he died a tragic death, by you-know-who, with his wife an' his son. The son was the one who stripped him off his powers. Ever'one thinks little Harry Potter's dead, but I don't believe it.'

'You-know-who?' This time it was Josh who beat Terry to the next question.

'Are you two muggle borns? I ne'er seen anyone who knows so little 'bout the wizardin' world.' Hagrid said.

'Yes.' Terry said. 'We are muggle borns. Could you tell us what happened?'

'It was a lon' story.' Hagrid answered. 'and I was going fer a walk. Maybe some other time. Yer could come to my hut, down near the lake if yer want ter.' He said, then he strolled off without waiting for an answer.

Terry and Josh looked at each other, then walked in the direction of the library without saying a word. Since Hagrid talked about the Potters in such an obvious way, they figured that the family must be famous and could be mentioned in some books. When they arrived at the library, they could see that it was almost completely empty. The only people in the library were Madame Pince, the librarian, two sixth year students and Hermione Granger.

Hermione was so busy looking at the book she was reading that she did not notice when they came in until Terry asked the librarian for a book about Harry Potter. She looked at them with narrowed eyes, then hid her nose back inside the book.

Madame Pince looked surprised. 'Why do you need a book about him?' she asked.

Terry yawned. 'A person could get bored during the time he doesn't have lessons. We're just looking for something interesting to read.'

There was a happy look on the librarian's face. 'I haven't met anyone who came here to read just for the sake of reading in a long time. Wait here, I'll see what I can find.' she said, disappearing behind a small door situated behind the counter. She came back a few minutes later with a large pile of books in her hands. 'I hope this will be enough?' She asked, looking hopeful.

'Yeah, it's perfect, thank you.' Josh said quickly, nearly snatching the huge pile of books from her hand and walking towards the furthest table, to make sure they were not overheard.

Terry gave her what he hoped was an apologetic look and hurried away towards Josh. 'Careful, Vlady, someone can get suspicious.' he said warningly as he got to the table.

Josh did not even look at him. He just opened the first book, which was on the top of the pile and started reading.

Terry sighed and sat down next to him, reaching for the next book.

After about an hour, they knew almost everything about Harry Potter; he was cursed, along with his parents by a dark wizard, whose name was not mentioned in any of the books. He was only called "the dark lord", "he-who-must not be-named" or "you-know-who";

Both of the boy's parents were killed, but it was not clear what happened to the boy himself or to the dark lord. Some people thought that they were both dead. The one thing that was certain was that the boy was the one to bring the dark lord's downfall;

There was also some less important stuff about the boy's parents before they were killed, but it was interesting nonetheless. They knew the dark lord was after them and fled. They only told one man about their whereabouts, Sirius Black, who was one of James Potter's best friends. He later betrayed them and told the dark lord where they were hiding, not before he killed ten muggles and a wizard in broad daylight, using a dark curse. The man was now in Azkaban, a wizards' prison, guarded by dementors.

From their research, they also found that the Potters were very close to Dumbledore, and trusted him as much as they did Sirius Black.

A few hours later, Terry and Josh became very satisfied about what they found and went to the great hall to eat dinner.

'I think we should talk to Dumbledore.' Josh said on their way, 'he is the only person we know at Hogwarts apart from Hagrid who knew the Potters.'

'I agree, brother. Once again you prove your outstanding cleverness.' Terry said meekly, although he really did agree with him.

'Oh, stop being like that, Renaldo,' Josh said, 'you should know that I'm really serious about this.'

'I know.' Terry said apologetically.

They arrived at the great hall early and started eating whatever came to their plate first.

'I want to find an empty classroom to train in after we finish eating.' Terry suddenly said.

'Sure.' Josh replied.

'Train in what?' they heard Seamus's voice behind them and they both whirled around to see the whole gang behind them.

'Err…' Terry said.

'We just…' Josh said.

Ron raised his eyebrows.

'OK, so you caught us.' Terry suddenly said. Josh looked at him, alarmed. 'That's how we know everything in the lessons, we are always practicing the spells before the classes begin.' Terry looked up hopefully. It didn't work. Terry could tell from their faces that they didn't believe him.

Dean's face suddenly broke into a grin, 'I got it!' He said triumphantly, looking back at the rest of their roommates, 'they train themselves. That's how they can fight. They are always practicing their moves.'

Terry felt both alarmed and impressed. Dean was definitely bright, unlike most of his fellow Gryffindors. He looked at Josh, and saw that he was looking at him as well. He shrugged. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't too bad to let their roommates know that they were training. As long as they didn't know why. Terry didn't want them to go telling Dumbledore that they were working in a potions shop in New York while living an independent life at only the age of eleven. They would be sent straight back to that orphanage. He now knew that Charlie has kept their secret as none of the Weasley brothers knew about them.

'OK, so we do train. So what? What's wrong with learning to defend ourselves?' Josh asked from beside him.

Neville, Ron, Dean and Seamus looked at them incredulously. 'Are you crazy?' Neville said, 'there's nothing wrong with that. Why didn't you tell us earlier?'

'Yeah,' Seamus agreed, 'and we can join you.'

'Whoa, slow down, this is only for me and Josh, no guests.' Terry said. He was not going to teach a bunch of beginners how to fight. Josh, apparently felt the same way:

'I'll have to agree with you there, Renaldo.' he said, then he turned to face the others, 'sorry, guys, but your request has been denied, we're too busy for that.'

'Stop being so selfish,' Ron said, 'you saw what happened today at the quiditch pitch, and you know very well that we wouldn't have been able to defend ourselves in this way,' for some reason, Dean snorted as Ron said this, but tried to disguise it as a cough, 'and, anyway, we are all going to live together for the next six years like a family, well, OK, apart from the holidays, and we are supposed to look for each other. How can we do that if we can't look for ourselves?'

'Nice speech.' Terry commented.

'And I must say, you do have a point.' Josh added. Four faces looked at them hopefully.

'We're going to think about thinking about it.' Terry finished. 'But for today, no one is going to join us.'

'Oh, come on,' Dean said, then seeing the boys' determined looks he seemed to reach a decision in his mind, 'OK, if you don't want us to join you today, then at least let us watch.'

'I've never met anyone so stubborn,' Terry said, 'what's the point of you coming, anyway?'

'We are just going to watch, to see what you are doing,' Dean explained, 'we can join you some other time.'

'There is no way you are going to join us,' Terry said indignantly, shaking his head, 'but you can just watch today, if you insist.'

Josh sighed, 'like we have any other choice.'

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The gang found an empty classroom near the dungeons and entered it. Four faces looked at Josh and Terry expectantly. Josh and Terry looked at each other uncertainly.

Seeing the look on their faces, Dean said, 'don't worry, just go on as if we're not here.'

'Impossible.' Terry said.

'Can't throw knives.' Josh added.

'what knives?' Neville asked, alarmed.

'These ones.' Terry transformed a pile of feathers at the corner of the room into knives wandlessly. Everyone looked impressed, including Dean.

'I thought it was impossible doing magic without wands.' Dean said, looking skeptical.

'You thought wrong. You obviously don't read enough history books. They didn't have wands in the past. A wand is just a tool to strengthen your magic.' Josh said, 'but we will not be using knives today, for your benefit.' He transformed the pile of knives back into feathers.

Terry was going to argue that they didn't use knives in their last training anyway, but thought against it. After all, some of the fights they got into did involve knife throwing.

'OK, let's start.' Terry said impatiently, trying to ignore his four roommates. 'Contact or magic?'

'You know the answer already,' Josh answered, 'I always prefer contact.'

They started warm ups, a bit uneasily as they were being watched. Only a few punches and blocking. Then they started the more complex stuff.

Terry aimed a kick at Josh's stomach. Josh ducked and quickly made a perfect round-house kick, which Terry used to his own advantage by catching his leg and twisting it. Josh used his other leg to kick him hard on the chest.

Terry went sprawling backwards, landing hard on his back, but immediately swishing Josh off balance with his legs. Terry quickly went on top of him and pinned him down in an expert move. Josh was now helpless. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not free himself off Terry's grip.

'And that, brother, is what you call real expertness.' Terry said in his ear. He suddenly heard someone whistle and looked up in surprise. He completely forgot that they were being watched.

Josh took this moment to his advantage and twisted his arm out of Terrys' grip, using it to land a hard punch on his face. Terry stumbled off Josh and could feel blood dripping down his face. He ignored it and got up to his feet quickly, only to be met by a flying kick from Josh.

That was a completely idiotic move. Since Terry was not completely on his feet yet, he could easily catch Josh's foot and pull him off balance, making him fall hard on the floor. This was exactly what he tried to do, only it didn't work. Josh has foreseen what Terry was going to do and changed direction in mid-air, landing his feet on the floor, instead of on Terry's stomach.

This gave Terry an opportunity to strike Josh while he was vulnerable. He quickly moved forward and aimed another round house kick, this time at Josh's face. Josh ducked and quickly aimed a stream of punches at Terry, forcing him into the defensive mode. Terry was forced to block Josh's punches with his arms, meaning that he did not have time to attack. Josh continued advancing forward, forcing Terry into a corner.

This was not a good position. Terry had to get out of it somehow. He did a series of backwards flips, getting further away from Josh faster than Josh was advancing, which gave him a chance to switch back into the attack mode. This time it was Terry who was advancing on Josh and Josh who was forced to back away. Punch. Kick. Kick. Punch. This one caught Josh straight in the eye. Another punch, this one produced a crack which probably broke his nose. kick. kick. Terry's moves were only made out of instinct, he did not think about a move until it has already been carried out, unless he was in really sticky situations. Josh suddenly caught Terry's leg as he was doing a perfect round-house kick and flipped him backwards.

Terry tried to do another backward flip and land on his feet, but Josh quickly aimed another kick at him while he was in midair, which sent Terry sprawling onto the floor, breathless as all the air has been knocked out of his lungs. This time it was Josh who was pinning Terry down.

'Let him go, he's bleeding!' Neville exclaimed from a corner. Josh looked up, distracted.

Terry grinned triumphantly and flipped Josh off his back, this time getting on top of him quickly before he could make any other move.

'Lesson number one,' he said, addressing his audience, 'is never turn your back on your opponent. Class dismissed.' He declared, releasing Josh.

Josh rubbed his hands where Terry had gripped him. 'Not so tight next time, try to be more sensitive.'

'Are you kidding me? Look at the damage you did to my hands.' Terry shot back, showing Josh his red hands from blocking all the punches.

Suddenly Josh noticed his roommates staring at them with open mouths. Dean, however, was leaning against the wall casually, looking blankly calm. Terry had no idea what he was thinking, which was highly unusual as Terry was as good at reading other people's thoughts as playing basketball. 'Still want us to train you?' Josh asked slyly, grinning from ear to ear.

'But… you are both hurt- look at the damage you did to each other.' Neville said in a small voice.

'Oh, that's nothing.' Josh said dismissively. He had one black eye, and his nose was bleeding furiously, 'You don't have any idea how many times I've broken my ribs. Actually, I don't, either, I stopped counting.' He pulled his wand out and mended his broken nose.

Terry was also busy healing himself, though he only had a nose bleed without his nose being broken and the only other injury he had was the pain in his chest from Josh's kick. The pain quickly disappeared with a flick of the wand.

By the time he looked up, Josh's face was already clean and he looked as good as new.

'I think we should practice healing without wands next.' Josh commented.

'Where did you learn healing?' Dean suddenly asked, 'it's highly complicated magic.'

'We just read some books.' Terry answered truthfully. Now that he thought about it, it was weird that they could heal so easily. It was supposed to take years to learn, but he just shrugged the thought off.

'That was totally cool!' Ron exclaimed. 'I definitely want to try it next time.'

The three faces of the rest of their roommates looked at him as if he was crazy.

'What?' Ron asked, blushing, 'you should see Charlie's burns, they are much worse than that.'

'You know, I'm actually starting to think it wouldn't be a bad idea to train you, after all. It would do the world some good if Malfoy was bullied a bit more often.' Terry said. 'What do you think, Vlady?' he asked Josh.

Josh looked at his roommates thoughtfully, 'well, they don't look that traumatized,' he observed, 'but then again, they were not the victims. If we train them we need to try to inflict as little damage on them as possible.'

'Right.' Terry answered, then looked at them evilly, 'of course, that does not mean there's not gonna be any pain. Are you still sure you want to go on?'

They all gulped, except for Dean, who still had the same casual look on his face. Neville looked especially scared, but they all agreed instantly, all determined to show that they were not scared.

'Excellent.' Josh said, grinning at Terry evilly. 'Well, I think we should go to bed, what time is it?'

It was ten o'clock, an hour after they were supposed to go to bed. Uh well, all they had to do was sneak out unnoticed and get to their dormitory.

Terry walked up to the door and peeked out. 'The coast is clear.' He said, 'we can go out.'

They all tiptoed their way through the empty, dark corridors, trying not to make a sound. They were not very far from the Gryffindor portrait when they heard Filche's cat coming towards them from the direction they were going in. Filch was Hogwarts's caretaker and he liked nothing better than punishing students. He went everywhere with his cat, which meant that if his cat was there, so was he.

The small gang had no choice but to go back the same way they came from. A suit of armor walked past them, waving to them cheerfully, which gave Terry an idea. Many of the suits of armors in this castle could move, but many of them also could not…

A few minutes later, six suits of armor were walking towards the Gryffindor common room. When they passed the caretaker, Filch, they all waved cheerfully.

Filch swore, looking down at Mrs. Norris, his cat, 'A bad day today, heh? But don't worry, there must be some students lurking around in the corridors, come on, dear.'

As soon as they entered the Gryffindor common room, they all burst out laughing, which attracted several looks from the Gryffindors who still stayed awake, including Hermione.

'Did you see the way he was talking to his cat?' Seamus said hysterically.

'Yeah, we should do this more often.' Ron said through fits of laughter.

Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville all looked at Terry and Josh for more ideas. It was as if they were the leaders of the gang, which Terry supposed, they were.

'OK,' Terry said, 'I think we should go to bed now. We have charms tomorrow in the morning. We'll have time to start with it tomorrow.' He said, referring to their training but not wanting to say it out loud in case they were overheard.

They all started heading to the boys dormitories when Josh caught Terry's hand, pulling him aside. 'What about our research?' He asked.

- 'What about it?'

- 'When are we going to ask Dumbledore?'

- 'We'll find time for it, don't worry and if we don't get a chance to see him, we'll just have to do something very bad to get ourselves thrown into the headmaster's office.' Terry said.

That seemed to settle it out as Josh looked satisfied. Even more satisfied than he should have been. Seriously, Josh seemed to have a thing for trouble… Almost as much as Terry did.

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The next day saw the six eleven year old boys waking up early, at six o'clock, getting ready for breakfast. Terry and Josh took a shower as they were too tired to do it yesterday and then headed towards the great hall with the rest of the gang.

They finished eating by seven o'clock and had a whole hour before the lesson begun. Terry and Josh started teaching their friends how to perform the charm to lift objects. By the time the lesson was supposed to have started, they still haven't grasped it, although Dean did succeed in raising his spoon only less than an inch into the air, which fell back onto the table in less than five seconds.

They arrived at the class just in time. Everyone was already seated and a small teacher was standing behind his desk. He had a tiny white beard and was so small he had to stand on a pile of books for his nose to reach the edge of the desk.

'Hello, everyone.' He said. He had a squeaky voice, which suited his small size. 'I am professor Flitwick and I am going to teach you how to make objects fly. Now, have you all got your feathers?' they did. 'good, now I want you all to get into pairs. Erm, Ronald Weasley, you can pair up with Ms Granger, Joshua White, you are with Mr. Finnegan. Terrence Locke, you can pair up with Lavender Brown…' Flitwick continued to call the names of the pairs and the people who already had pairs started with their efforts to manage the charm.

Terry went to sit next to Lavender Brown, as the professor instructed, noticing Ron groaning out of the corner of his eye as he went to sit next to Hermione. Lavender looked too happy about this arrangement for Terry's liking. He immediately pointed his wand at the feather and made it soar upwards moodily.

Lavender was looking at the feather with interest. 'can I try?' She asked.

'Sure.' Terry made the feather land down on the table.

Lavender looked at the feather, pointed her want at it and muttered the words. Nothing happened.

Terry helpfully showed her how the spell should be done and told her to try again. To his surprise, Lavender was a fast learner and she succeeded the first time. The only problem was that her wand was not pointed at the feather, but at Professor Flitwick, who went soaring across the room.

Alarmed, Terry pushed Lavender's wand aside and made Flitwick land gently behind his desk with his own wand. Flitwick looked very impressed and gave Gryffindor twenty points: Ten to Terry and ten to Lavender.

Terry let Lavender continue with the work while he looked around.

Ron was trying hard to make the feather fly without success. 'Lingardium Leviosa' he said the words of the spell. When nothing happened, he started waving his wand furiously at the feather.

Hermione, who was his partner, quickly pushed his wand out of the way. 'Stop, stop, stop! You are going to take someone's eye out.' She said in her annoying tone. 'Anyway, you are saying it wrong, it's Levi-osa, not levio-sa,' she said, making the iosa longer.

'You do it then if you are so clever.' Ron said heatedly.

Pulling her sleeves up, Hermione pointed her wand at the feather. 'Lingardium Leviosa' She said confidently. Her feather soared upwards gracefully. Ron scowled.

BOOM. There was a sudden noise of explosion and Terry looked around, alarmed, at the direction of the sound.

Seamus still had his wand out, his feather was completely burnt and his face was black with ash, as was his partner's, Josh, who looked like he was going to kill someone.

Instead Josh said, as calmly as he could, 'I think we're gonna need another feather, professor.'

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The rest of the day's lessons went on as boringly as lessons could get. When their last lesson was finally over, at five o'clock, Terry motioned for Josh that this was the time they were looking for to talk with Dumbledore.

When they got out of the classroom with the rest of their friends, Terry heard Ron say in a continued conversation with Neville, 'I'm telling you, she's a nightmare: "it's Leviosa not Leviosa"' He mimicked her, 'no wonder she hasn't got any friends.'

Hermione suddenly pushed past him, hiding her face behind the pile of books she was always holding and making sobbing noises.

'I think she heard you.' Seamus said uneasily.

'Who cares.' Ron said, though Terry was sure he only said it because he and Josh were there, as he looked a bit uncomfortable.

'Erm, guys?' Terry said, attracting their attention, 'Me and Josh- we need to go somewhere. We'll meet you back at the great hall for dinner. We'll find a room for training later.'

'What is it now?' Neville asked, 'come on, you can tell us, it can't be as bad as training, can it?'

Terry didn't answer, he just started walking, waving at them dismissively, with Josh following close behind.

They got to Dumbledore's office by asking the talking portraits for directions. One particularly helpful knight led them the whole way by moving from picture to picture.

As they got there, however, they were faced with a problem they haven't anticipated: the entry to Dumbledore's office, like the rest of the entries to private places around the castle, had a portrait to which you were supposed to give a password in order to enter, only Dumbledore's office had a stone gargoyle instead of a portrait.

'Err…' Josh said to the gargoyle, 'can you let us in?'

'What's the magic word?' the gargoyle asked.

'Please?' Terry asked hopefully.

'Wrong,' the gargoyle said. 'Try something else.'

'Can you give us a clue?' Josh pleaded.

'No.' The Gargoyle said, then immediately leapt back to open the doorway.

'Hey, we didn't say the password.' Terry said, surprised.

'You didn't, but that does not mean that the door cannot be opened from the inside.' Dumbledore said from the open doorway, chuckling. 'Why don't you come in? I presume you wanted to talk to me?' He asked, leading the way up some stone steps without waiting for an answer and stopping at the top at a closed door, which he opened simply by turning a handle.

Terry and Josh followed him inside. Terry looked around. The office was large and comfortable. It's walls were full of moving portraits of former headmasters and headmistresses of the school. In the middle was a large table with four chairs around it. The sorting hat stood on a shelf nearby, near a cage of a beautiful orange bird.

'Take a sit.' Dumbledore told them. 'And now you can tell me why you are here.'

Terry felt a bit uncomfortable. He hadn't meant the visit to the headmaster's office to be so formal. He only wanted to ask a few questions.

Sensing Terry's hesitation, Josh decided to take the matters into his own hands. 'Well, actually, we only wanted to ask you some questions about Lilly and James Potter.' he said.

Dumbledore looked surprised. 'And why would you do that?' He asked suspiciously.

Terry considered him for a moment. Everyone was talking about him as a great man who could be trusted. Could Terry trust him? Could he tell him the reason why they were asking that question? Terry weighed out the advantages and disadvantages of telling him. If he told him, they might be able to know who their family were, but be put at risk of being returned to the orphanage. Then again, he could always run away, use a potion to change his appearance and work anywhere he liked, that is, if Dumbledore discovered that he worked at Stan's, which was highly unlikely. Dumbledore was sure that Terry and Josh were still living in the orphanage.

All these thoughts passed Terry's mind in less than a second and he reached his conclusion. 'We think that there might be a possibility that they were our parents and that one of us is Harry Potter.' Terry said, examining Dumbledore's face closely.

'SHUT UP' Josh suddenly shouted from the chair beside Terry. Terry looked around, surprised at Josh's uncontrolled outburst, 'what are you doing? How can you tell that to a complete stranger when you wouldn't tell that to your friends?' He looked ready to strangle Terry.

Dumbledore's mouth dropped open and he looked at them in amazement. 'First of all,' he said, and Terry was surprised to find that his voice was totally calm, 'there is no need to hide anything from me. I assure you, I can be completely trusted, whatever reason you have for not wanting to tell me this,' he looked directly at Josh, 'secondly, I am very happy you came here to contact me. You did a very wise thing and I think I can help you.'

Josh looked at him with mistrust. Terry also felt a bit of regret at having told him their secret, after Josh's outburst.

'Now, you both have lots of similarities in your looks to Lilly and James Potter. I am now going to tell you something which used to be top secret and which very few people know even now.' Dumbledore said, looking at them calmly.

'What is it?' Terry spoke before Josh could have another outbreak. He was surprised at Dumbledore's "straight to business tone" and he wondered what it was that he wanted to tell them.

'The Potters had twin sons.'

'What?' Terry and Josh asked in unison.

'They knew Voldemort was after them even during Lilly's pregnancy. They knew that he wanted the son which was going to be born, but Lilly discovered that she had two sons in her stomach, and was hiding that fact in case Voldemort decided to kill them both. The only people who knew that Lilly had twins were Sirius Black and myself.' This time Terry's mouth dropped open in amazement. This man was… he did not know if he could find a word to describe him so he just settled on "weird". They were hardly in his office for five minutes and he already started telling them Lilly and James' history.

Terry and Josh stared at him in amazement and disbelief, 'so you are saying…' Josh started-

'I am not saying anything,' Dumbledore cut in, 'until I have proof. And that proof could be obtained easily right now. There is a simple charm, which brings back all the forgotten memories, which are usually memories from when you were babies. If you really are the Potter twins, you are going to witness your parents' deaths and if you are not, you are going to see other things which might have happened to you anyway when you were babies, or anything else you did not remember. However, I am going to see everything you see, and for that I need your permission.'

Terry and Josh looked at each other. If Josh wasn't there, Terry was sure he would have agreed instantly, but he knew that Josh did not trust Dumbledore entirely. Terry looked into his eyes pleadingly. Josh slowly shook his head.

Terry felt his temper rise, 'fine, if you don't want to, you don't have to, no one is forcing you, but I'm doing it.'

Josh looked like he was going to argue, but then he stopped himself. 'OK, you can do it, and I'll watch out to see if he does anything fishy.'

'Great idea, brother.' Terry said ironically, then motioned to Dumbledore that he was ready.

Dumbledore looked at Josh, 'it's OK to get suspicious, but I must warn you that as soon as I start the spell, both I and Mr. Locke, or Potter, if it is really him, will fall unconscious for a few minutes.'

Josh nodded wearily.

Dumbledore took out his wand, pointed it at Terry, and mumbled a few words. Terry instantly saw dark dots dancing in front of his eyes. He felt the ground fall beneath him. He suddenly felt dizzy and was starting to fall, falling an endless fall… he was falling through a black hole, which he knew was going to go on forever and felt his world spin. He was falling, falling, falling… Then his fall finally ended as he landed on a surprisingly soft surface;

The soft surface turned out to be a very comfortable, large bed, on which Harry was lying (A/N: yes, you heard right, I said Harry. Those are his memories.), his brother lying next to him; the scene suddenly changed and mother was suddenly leaning over them, singing a lullaby. Another change of scene; he was crawling on a little blanket on the floor, father was opening his arms to let him walk his first steps into them while his brother was only snoring lazily on the blanket; He was held tightly, protectively, against his mother's chest. His mother was screaming. There was a flash of green light and his father has fallen onto the floor. His mother was holding him tighter, shrieking, 'not Harry, not Harry.' Another flash of green light from a man's wand. A blinding pain in his forehead. The pain… it hurt too much. His forehead was going to split in two. He could not rake that pressure anymore…

Terry didn't notice the connection was broken as he was lying on the floor, clutching his scar tightly. It still hurt, why wouldn't it stop? He wanted to die. Death was better than this pain. Then, it suddenly stopped as suddenly as it begun and Terry- Harry? Got to his feet shakily. He suddenly felt a pair of strong hands supporting him.

'What did that son-of-a-bitch do to you?' Terry heard Josh shrieking angrily. There was a hint of protectiveness in his voice. 'I'm gonna kill him after I finish torturing him.'

Terry held his head groggily between his two hands, shaking it, 'Where is he?' he asked urgently, 'where is he?'

'Don't worry, I stunned him.' Josh answered soothingly.

'What?' Terry immediately got to his feet and saw the frozen form of Dumbledore lying on the ground. He got his wand out and quickly un-froze him, helping him to is feet.

Dumbledore looked at Terry with sad eyes. 'I'm sorry- so sorry- you shouldn't have seen this… it was too horrible… Lilly and James…' There were tears in his eyes, but Terry was too unfocused to notice the mad twinkle which passed across Dumbledore's eyes for just a second. (A/N: I have a reason for that too! You will just have to continue reading!)

Josh looked confused. 'Terry? What's going on?' he asked. It was the first time in a very long while that Josh called Terry by his real name. Well, actually, it was not his real name anymore.

'I'm Harry Potter. I saw Lilly and James' murderer. I saw them being killed.'

Josh's eyes widened. Then he turned to Dumbledore without a second's thought, 'Can you do the spell on me as well?' He asked urgently.

Dumbledore looked uncertain. 'I don't know, the former spell has left me very weak. It was very… I shouldn't have let him see it.' His unfocused eyes suddenly became focused, 'what am I talking about? We have to find out if you are Harry's brother.'

Terry looked on as Dumbledore pulled his wand out determinedly and pointed it at Josh. Dumbledore looked at Terry uncertainly. 'Don't worry, we are going to fall unconscious and we'll be back at the present time in a few minutes.'

Terry nodded weakly.

Dumbledore said the spell and immediately sunk to the floor, along with Josh. Terry looked at them with interest, considering his situation. They both looked as if they have been knocked out by a blow to the jaw.

Josh woke up sooner than Dumbledore did and looked around unfocusedly till he located Terry. Then he smiled. 'Hi, brother.' He said.

Terry stared at him, then realization dawned on him and he stared at Josh disbelievingly, then he started laughing. Josh joined him uncertainly. They both started laughing, not because they found something funny, but out of happiness. They knew that they were really brothers, that they had some family, they were not some cast off orphans anymore. They were brothers.

Dumbledore started to wake up. He looked weaker than Terry and Josh put together, but he smiled as they saw them both sitting on the floor, laughing.

After a few minutes, Dumbledore invited them to seat on the chairs across from him and looked at them both with twinkling eyes. 'I have visited both of your minds, and I can evaluate the situation for you, if you want to.' He said.

Terry and Josh both nodded, looking at him expectantly.

'You, Terrence Locke, were called Harry Potter,' Dumbledore said, addressing Terry;

'and you, Joshua White, were called Joshua Potter.' This time he was addressing Josh; 'I think it was a bit of a coincidence that the orphanage made up a first name which was actually your real name.'

Josh nodded, not saying anything in case he missed something important. He was now looking at Dumbledore in a new light.

'You were both the sons of Lilly and James Potter. Voldemort was after Harry, for some unknown reason. Your parents decided to hide the fact that they had two children so that Voldemort would not try to kill the two of you. When he found out about your parents' hiding place, your parents hid Josh, but before they could hide Harry, Voldemort arrived and killed James and Lilly. When he tried to kill Harry, something happened which made the curse rebound, which is how Harry got the scar on his forehead.'

Terry felt his forehead. He always thought he got the scar from a special circumstance, but didn't know it was such a big deal. It was made by a killing curse which was meant to kill him.

Dumbledore went on, 'we do not know how you two arrived at the same orphanage. When people came to search your house, only your parents' bodies were found. The babies were nowhere to be seen.'

Terry, Josh and Dumbledore all fell silent. It was a great shock for them all, even for Dumbledore, who experienced everything they experienced by entering their minds.

'Err… professor?' Terry asked uncertainly.

'Yes, Harry?'

Terry flinched. 'I was just going to ask you not to call me Harry. I respect who I am, but I do not want to be called something I am not used to.'

'That is quite understandable Ha-Terry.' Dumbledore said. 'Now, this has come as a real shock to me. You did a very wise thing by coming here to share your suspicions with me. However, I am not in a condition to think clearly now. I will make an appointment with the two of you for Monday, at nine o'clock, when we will discuss everything, including your future accommodations. You are now probably very tired and hungry, so off you go to eat. Do not worry. You can tell anyone you like about yourselves, you have a right to, but I will not tell anyone,' he added as he saw their panicked expressions, 'I will be down in the great hall in a few minutes. Good bye.'

I know, I know. This is a bad place to finish the chapter.

As I said, there is a reason For Terry and Josh's abilities, and there is also something about Dumbledore.

Anyway, I have the next chapter ready for you. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!

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